Why pillows do you roll off the bed? Was it something I did or said? To you all my love, tears, and cuddles I’ve fed Laying together with dreams that are dead Yet (like my lover) with feathers in your head You pulled away when you should’ve rolled on instead Advertisements
P’s porridge hot, P’s Porridge cold, P’s porridge in the pot 9 months old. Some like it hot, Some like it cold, Some like it in the pot 9 months old.
Terminally ill is a person who cannot control What he or she or it feels, and for that alone Put ‘em down, put ‘em down Excruciatingly numbing is the feeling of not Feeling anything at all, nothing at all Wipe that frown, the world’s a clown Horrifyingly hypocritical is this want that neither Dies nor […]